Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

He grew frustrated as he tried to listen, and a thin smile danced on her face in amusement. She liked to see wolves writhe and be confused, because it meant that they were learning, however painful it was in the moment. Some wolves never hear, she admitted. It is hard. She did not say this to console him in any way; she said it matter-of-factly, and she meant it that way. It was up to him whether to remain frustrated or do something with that information.

With a somewhat eerie smile she said: But maybe some day, ya? while on of her ears flicked towards the stone as if she was hearing something from it right then.